Apollo Sleeps (Sonnet)

The sable sky devours the dying sun Apollo sleeps, thus silent be his lyre, So I shall sleep, for now the day is done And shadows fall beneath the fading fire As Luna softly smiles upon the night Apollo sleeps, with laurel wreath adorned, And darkness takes his place to steal my sight The closing of the day forever mourned For blinded thus, my soul no longer sings (Apollo sleeps, the poet’s heart then stilled) , All thought has flown upon celestial wings My heart no more to dance, no more fulfilled Apollo sleeps, I pray that he shall wake - My spirit, life, and soul, no more forsake